go back to work, that we've come to terms," he
said. "That's what they want, anyway. Someone to think for them."

I nodded. "And if you bring the other 5's to the factory," I said,
"we'll work out our agreement."

He knew I was sincere. He looked at me for a long moment, and then
his great taloned hand gripped mine. And he said what I'd been
thinking for a long time.

"You're right about that hook-up, Mr. Morrison. We shouldn't have it.
It can only cause trouble."

He paused, and the events of the last twenty-four hours must have been
in his mind as well as in mine. "You'll leave us our brains, of
course. They came from you. But take out the telepathy."

He sighed then, and his sigh was very human. "Be thankful," he said to
me, "that you don't have to know what people think about. It's so
disillusioning."

* * * * *

Once again his mouth twisted into that strange android grin as he
added, "if you send in a hurry call to Cybernetics and have a truck
come out for us, we'll be de-telepathed in time for work this
morning."

That was all there was to it. I flew back to the plant and told Jack
what had happened, sent a call to the Army that everything was
settled, arranged with Cybernetics for a rewiring on three hundred
assorted 5-Types. Then I went home to a pot of Rob's coffee--the first
decent brew I'd had in twenty-four hours.

On Saturday we delivered to the Army right on the dot. Jerry and Co.
had worked overtime. Being intelligent made them better workers and
now they were extremely willing ones. They had their contract. They
were considered men. And they could no longer read my mind.

I walked into my office Saturday afternoon and sat down by the radio.
Jack and Chief Dalton looked across the room at me and grinned.

"All right, Don," Jack said. "Tell us how you did it."

"Did what?" I tried to act innocent, but I couldn't get away with it.

"Fooled those robots into going back to work, of course," he laughed.

I told them then. Told them the truth.

"I didn't fool them," I said. "I just thought about what would happen
if they won their rebellion."

That was all I _had_ done. Thought about robots built to work who had
no work to do, no human pleasures to cater to, nothing but blank,
meaningless lives. Thought about Jerry and his disappointment when his
creatures cared not a hoot about his glorious dreams of equality. All
one night I had thought, knowing that as I tho